Alcove

Today, I am simply going to talk about the best alcove I’ve ever been in, full of diversity and warmth. One that triggers feelings and unlocks treasured memories. Where you can go when you feel sad, or feel inspirational…I’m talking about my precious mug. The alcove only my clumsiness can destroy.

Just when I need to find solace, it is always within my reach. It’s never challenging to find different methods to use it. I can use it to drink water, hot chocolate, soup, and if the mug is big enough, I can use it for oatmeal. It is a safe place to go, when you want to find your inner peace. It is your moment to pause and recant your daily failures (at least in your mind). Where no one can tell you that you are wrong. How many times have you replay scenarios over and over, while drinking tea alone, or even drinking tea in the bathtub? I know I’ve done it.

It is when I transport myself into this alcove, where I lock secrets in my mind, like a live diary. I can let myself get lost in despair, but also allow myself to resurface with a brighter outlook. Give yourself the chance to get lost in your own world for a while. It is a time where you can reflect and be vulnerable. But without the fear of judgement.

This is why I have a mug for every moment, small alcoves to remind me of what’s good and bad, and how to become a better person.

I really enjoyed your piece and it’s true different object and places can come to mean so many different things and if you are lucky you can choose to indulge in the memory or feeling associated with it.